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Updated: May 31, 2025
I'm only jist come, an' I've seen naebody." "Go and tell Mrs. Courthope I want Soutar. You'll find her crying somewhere the old chicken! because I swore at her. What harm could that do the old goose?" "It'll be mair for love o' yer lordship than fricht at the sweirin', my lord." "You think so? Why should she care? Go and tell her I'm sorry. But really she ought to be used to me by this time.
"Jamie; Jamie! ye're provokin the Lord to anger sweirin like that in his vera face and you a minister!" "I provokit him a heap waur whan I left Isy to dree her shame! Divna ye min' hoo the apostle Peter cursed, whan he said to Simon, 'Gang to hell wi' yer siller!" "She's telt the soutar, onygait!" "What! has he gotten a hand o' her?" "Ay, has he!
What's the laddie aboot? 'Do ye mean whan he gangs up the stair, mem? 'Ay. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean. 'Weel, mem, I tell ye I dinna ken. An' ye never heard me tell ye a lee sin' ever I was i' yer service, mem. 'Na, nae doonricht. An' that's hoo ye win oot o' 't. Noo! 'Weel, as sure's deith, I dinna ken. Ye drive me to sweirin', mem, an' no to leein'. 'I carena.
I kenned ye wad come!" "Haud yer tongue, Annie. I mauna be kenned," said Malcolm. "There's nae danger. They'll tak' it for sweirin'," answered Annie, laughing and crying both at once. Out next came Blue Peter, his youngest child in his arms. "Eh, Peter man! I'm blythe to see ye," cried Malcolm. "Gie's a grup o' yer honest han'."
"Nearly well," he answered; "but those cursed carrion-crows are set upon killing me damn their souls!" "We'll hae Leddy Florimel sweirin' awfu' gien ye gang on that gait, my lord," said Malcolm. The marquis laughed feebly. "An' what's mair," Malcolm continued, "I doobt they're some partic'lar aboot the turn o' their phrases up yonner, my lord." The marquis looked at him keenly.
"Nearly well," he answered; "but those cursed carrion crows are set upon killing me damn their souls!" "We'll hae Leddy Florimel sweirin' awfu', gien ye gang on that gait, my lord," said Malcolm. The marquis laughed feebly. "An' what 's mair," Malcolm continued, "I doobt they 're some partic'lar aboot the turn o' their phrases up yonner, my lord." The marquis looked at him keenly.
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